Mary Shelley, “The Mortal Immortal”
(Source: amorimsamya, via frenchylafox)
Robin Benway, The Extraordinary Secrets of April, May, & June
I want a tattoo of the first morning we woke up together. I want the memory to hurt. —
Clementine von Radics (via ughpoems)
From Home, available here through Where Are You Press!(via clementinevonradics)
Wasted are the days
where the skin beneath our clothes
doesn’t get to touch. —
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson(via tylerknott)
Katarzyna Krutak - Owl | 2BHC4ever | tattrx
This is why it hurts the way it hurts.
You have too many words in your head. There are too many ways to describe the way you feel. You will never have the luxury of a dull ache.
You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much. — Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via abluesforbrklyn)
Who taught me to suck in my stomach,
or my cheeks?
Who told me to stand with my legs apart
and my hips thrust back
to create the illusion of a gap
between my thighs?
Who made me believe that the most beautiful part of me
is my negative space? —
Negative Space (via elliesigh)
(Source: , via veggielezzyfemmie)
A Softer World: 1131
(my self esteem is innumerate)
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